Throat Goat

Throat goat

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊sucking the soul out of Taehyung through his cock.

TAGS — pwp, no plot, car hook-ups, making out, you give tae the sloppy toppy 3000, fwb, cum swallowing, deep-throating, messy blowjobs, light praise kink (it’s there lmao, it ain’t much but it’s honest work)

WORD COUNT — 1.1 k

Lip smacking noises filled the car with the occasional shuffling. The car was parked away in the darkest corners of the garage, no human nor car in sight. You and Taehyung were hidden in the backseat kissing sloppily and groping over each other’s clothes.

For a while now there had been some tension between you and him, though your busy schedules conflicted a lot. Tonight was one of the rare nights both you and him were off. When he had heard from you that you weren’t doing much, he immediately texted you he was coming to pick you up.

Now you were both making out in the backseat like a couple of horny teens. You had your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him in deeper for more kisses. Taehyung was all too happy to oblige to your silent wishes. His lips were slotted against yours messily as quiet grunts and groans escaped his throat.

You let out a long sigh and pulled away when you ran out of air. “Mm-hold on.” You whisper as you reach behind yourself to push your sweater off and let it fall off the seat.

Taehyung licked his lips eagerly, watching with hooded eyes. He reached over to tug you close by the waist, lips finding your neck as he suckled gently and nipped at your throat. “Leave it,” he whispers and cups the side of your face and tilts you towards him, “right now I really want you.” He whispers and presses his lips to yours.

You relax into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as you set your hands on his shoulders. He eagerly brings both of your arms over his neck as he pulls you halfway onto his lap. “Mm.” You bury your fingers in his curly hair and tug, trying to sit on his lap.

He’s all to eager to have you, leaning back in the seat and setting his hands on your waist. He squeezes you occasionally, massaging your waist before gripping you. You part your lips and pull back, inches away from his lips as you softly pant.

“Tae, take it off.” You softly whisper, tugging at his loose sweats, “Wanna suck you off.”

He stares up at you eagerly and nods, “Hol’ on baby–lemme just,” he grunts and lifts his hips up a little, sliding his loose sweats over his hips and down below to his knees.

Your mouth waters when his dark cock slaps against his stomach, standing proud with precum weeping from the tip. You scoot over on the seat and push your hair out of your face as you lean down to take the tip in your mouth. In response Taehyung buries his fingers through your hair.

“Shit,” he hisses out, “slow, slow.” He guides you down.

His cock throbs slowly with every inch that he slips into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut and you relax your throat as to not go into a gagging fit. A low moan rumbles out of you, creating pleasant vibrations on his cock. You’re already building up drool in your mouth as you lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock.

Taehyung sinks further into the seats and moans lowly, “That’s it baby,” he sighs out blissfully whilst closing his eyes.

The praise goes straight down to your pussy, you excitedly pull back to flick your tongue over the tip. You lap up all the precum and then wrap your lips around his cock. He groans your name out and begins to guide your head up and down his cock slowly.

“God your mouth y/n.” He moans, “Feels so fucking good.”

You whine around his cock and bob your head faster. The tip hits the back of your throat and you just know you’re about to be feeling this for days. Lewd slurping and gagging noises fill the car. You wrap your fingers around the messy base that is coated with your spit, stroking him.

Taehyung looks like he’s in heaven, his eyes are slipped shut and his head is thrown back on the seat. He utters your name or begs for more. You’re happy to give it to him as you reach below to fondle his balls and massage them.

“Oh fuck.” He groans, angling your head a certain way as he begins to fuck up into your mouth, “Sit still for me baby–mm, fuck–you’re doing so good for me.”

You sit pliantly as he begins fucking your throat roughly. You have tears welling in your eyes and you occasionally choke around his cock. “Mmph..!” You pull back, cock falling from your lips with a string of saliva connect you to the tip.

He pants heavily as he looks down at you and strokes his cock quickly, “Open up baby,” he slaps the tip against your lips, “that’s it–good girl.” He whispers and guides his cock back into your mouth.

You suck his cock loudly, bobbing your head quickly as you pair it with perfectly timed strokes. Taehyung’s caught off guard, lips falling open in a silent “o” as he shudders against the car seat. You let his cock go and suddenly slide all the way down until your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

“Fuck baby stay like that.” He whispers shakily and grips your hair, holding you in place as he begins to roll his hips upwards.

You close your eyes and let it all happen, moaning at the feeling of his cock sliding deep. You’re so turned on right now, your pussy literally aches for him to be inside. You’ve literally ruined your panties by now with how wet you were.

“Gonna cum..!” He gasps, “Fuck!” He grits his teeth and throws his head back as he cums silently.

His cock throbs and you feel the familiar warmth of his cum sliding down your throat. You eagerly swallow and suckle at his cock. He pants harshly as he lets you go and just sits bonelessly against the car seat. You guide his softening cock out of his mouth and stare up at him with ruined mascara.

“You alright there?” You smirk, wiping the leftover spit and cum off your lips.

“I literally just saw heaven.” Taehyung grunts tiredly, “Sucked the soul out of me.. you demon..” He glares grumpily.

You roll your eyes in amusement and bite your lip, “So you just gonna sit there or you going to fuck me? As much as I love making you see the pearly gates of heaven, I rather much feel you inside.” You giggle deviously, pecking his cheek.

Taehyung groans, “Baby you sucked the life out of me, give a man a couple seconds.” He chuckles stroking your messy hair.

“Yeah, and I’m about to ride the hell out of you.” You chirp.

Taehyung groans at that, cock twitching with interest..

POLL TIME :

a.) namkook - affair au

b.) jock!jk - surprise one shot

Paint me red

PAINT ME RED

genre : fluff, angst, smut, idol au

pair : yoongi x oc

warning : 18+, sexually explicit (chapter specific warning), mentions of brands I don't endorse/promote, depression, anxiety, heartbreak, breakup

character mood boards

MIN YOONGI

A man who spent half his youth absorbed by music and now longs for a woman to color his dark life.

KANG JIA

A woman surrounded by fashion who has a hedonistic soul burning with lust for life and a longing for the picturesque.

When these man and woman are brought together by the twist of fate they would become a couple who even use condoms from luxury brands in private to a couple who create headlines with the smallest thing they do in public.

01 | 02|03 |04| 05 | epilogue

Baby fever

Baby Fever

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: You were more than just a secretary to him.

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: hiiii! I haven’t felt as inspired as I did while writing this for a while 🥹 I hope you enjoy this!

“I want a baby.”

You sputtered out the coffee you were drinking. Your eyes watered as you coughed. You tried to get your breathing under control as you looked at the imposing man sitting in front of you with his legs spread apart. He had not lifted his eyes from the laptop presented in front of him. He was idly looking at photos of paintings from the various exhibits you attended while he was busy with his group’s schedule. As an idol, and on top of that the leader of the biggest group today, Kim Namjoon was an extremely busy person. You were his secretary for almost four years now. You took care of his personal life, while his personal assistant took care of his work life. You were there for him whenever he was done with his work schedule. You were there to make sure that he remembered to call his family during their birthdays, special occasions, and holidays. In fact, you were the first person he was keen on seeing once he landed from whatever country they were in for work. His members, specially Taehyung and Seokjin, let you know time and time again how much you were appreciated. If you weren’t there, they thought that Namjoon would not be as put up as he was right now. You thought that Namjoon would survived without you.

You coughed twice before finally feeling like you could live. “What?” You asked him in confusion before wiping your self with the handkerchief he had somehow laid out in front of you.

Namjoon eventually looked up to you once he marked the photos of paintings he wanted to purchase. He leaned in, resting his elbow on his muscular thigh before plopping his chin on his hand. “I said, I want a baby.”

You squinted your eyes confusingly, “As in…baby as in baby? Or baby as in I don’t know? Not an actual baby?” You knew even as you asked what he meant. Namjoon was the most intelligent man you knew, and he did not make mistakes when conversing. In fact, he was such a great conversationalist that the media loved to invite him on their shows.

So…what brought this on?

“A child of my own, Y/N.”

That was not the first time he mentioned that. If you could remember clearly, he answered in some interviews that he really wanted to become a father. He even bought that cute little shoes when he was abroad just because. In your mind, you knew he would be the best father if how he took care of his members was any indicator. It broke your heart, though, to see him still alone after all this time.

“I mean…are you seeing someone that I’m not aware of?”

He blinked at you, absorbing what you were asking. How could he had another woman when he spent almost all his free time with you? “No.”

“T-then how?” You asked in puzzlement. You could see from his expression that he was serious about this. He rarely said anything without thinking it thoroughly in the complex and brilliant mind of his. This meant that he really did want to have a child of his own now.

You were finding it difficult to process this. Couldn’t he just want another painting?

Namjoon merely shrugged his broad shoulders and went back to looking over the paintings.

You thought that was the end of it. But no. The second time he mentioned this was at Jin’s house.

You two were about to call it a day after running errands for him. To be honest, you were quite excited for tonight. You were set to meet with your college friends, including someone you always looked up to back in your college years because of his superior intellect. He was also always so kind to you, even walked you home to your dorm every night. But you were too immense in your studies back then that you had no time for relationship. But maybe, now?

You made sure to take more time to dress yourself up this morning. You even chose to swap your usual lipstick to a different shade that made you feel more alluring and beautiful. Your fingers touched the beautiful necklace Namjoon gave you on your birthday last year. You thought that the accessory was perfect with the dress you were wearing.

This would be an easy day for you, you thought to yourself seeing that RM’s schedule was just until the afternoon. You smiled at your reflection in the mirror, satisfied with your appearance before leaving the house. When you showed up at the company to pick him up, the staff politely informed you that the leader was still in the studio with Yoongi and that he told them to ask you to go directly there. You were walking to the floor where the studio was when you passed the three maknaes: Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook.

“Oh, noona!” Jungkook called you, his voice in pleasant surprised as he looked at your face. His doe eyes took in your clothes with wonder before meeting your eyes again. “Noona! You look so pretty!”

Taehyung smiled at you and nodded his head. “Our noona looks so fashionable,” he commented as he checked out your get up today. You beamed at his compliment, happy that the fashionable Taehyung approved of you.

Jimin sauntered up to you, teasingly wrapping his arm around your shoulders before smirking at you. “Our noona has a date,” he speculated on a sing-song voice that made the other two chuckled.

“So where is hyung taking you?” Jungkook pondered, excitement apparent in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me he’s taking you to another exhibit? Aish, he’s so unromantic,” Taehyung lamented, shaking his head at the thought of his hyung and the disastrous date that was about to happen.

“Hyung is not unromantic! As if you know anything about romance,” Jungkook pouted, fully on defending mode for his Namjoon hyung. His lips were in an adorable pout as he chastised Taehyung.

“I know how to be romantic!”

“As if! Until when are you going to keep giving tickets to her until she shows up in our concerts, Taehyung?”

“She will! I can still see her commenting in the weverse!”

“So? Her bias is J-hope, not you!”

You chuckled at the three’s cuteness. Taehyung was now the one pouting while Jungkook looked like he was enjoying tormenting his hyung. You watched them for a moment before finally correcting them. “He’s my boss. We’re not going on a date.”

The three maknaes looked at you with confusion in their eyes. “B-but, why are you so beautiful today?”

You squinted your eyes at Jimin, “So I’m not beautiful everyday?”

“N-No! That’s not what we meant-“Jungkook denied quickly, his eyes widening even further. He was afraid of offending his noona because then, his hyung would looked at him with disappointment in his eyes.

You chuckled lightly, deciding on ending their distress by telling them that you were going to meet with your college friends tonight, in which they were silent. They looked at each other for a moment, as though speaking in telepathy before the oldest maknae spoke up.

“So noona, is that an all-girls event, or no?”

“There’s going to be boys. Why do you ask?”

He smiled at you cheekily, but this time the smile did not reach his eyes. “Nothing.”

The three maknaes watched you walked away from them, your eyes focused on the tablet in front of you. They sighed in disappointment and worry.

“Namjoon hyung is going to lose his mind,” Taehyung finally broke the silence.

“I don’t want to be here when he finds out noona is going to meet boys from her college,” Jungkook fretted, holding both Tae’s and Jimin’s arms.

“RM is going to be unbearable after this, isn’t he?” Jimin stated with a smile that looked more like a wince. The few times you went out on a date, Namjoon was insufferable. He was quiet, too quiet that the maknaes were scared to make a mistake or speak too loudly. “Shall we move to the mountains for a while?”

Yoongi opened the door, smiling politely at you before letting you in the studio. RM’s back faced you as he hunched over the workspace. He was deciding on what beat sounded best when you arrived.

“You’re here, Y/N? I’m almost done-“ he trailed off once he turned his chair to look at you. His eyes widened before he managed to erase the awestruck expression in his face. But Yoongi saw. He smirked before sitting down on his workstation, looking up at the pair in front of him. The other one was an idiot despite being the most intelligent man in almost any room, and the other was a naive one. He hid his smile on the cup of coffee he was slowly sipping.

“No worries, Namjoon. Take your time,” you smiled at him before sitting on the sofa. He was still not able to take his eyes off of you. And you, the ever naive one, only flashed him your professional smile.

And Yoongi was enjoying it all.

“You looked different today, Y/N,” Yoongi commented tonelessly, egging the leader beside him. “Right, Namjoon?”

You blushed as you could feel your boss’ heavy eyes on you. You flashed Yoongi a shy smile before turning to look at Namjoon. It was a moment, a heartbeat too long before he replied with seriousness in his voice, “She always looks beautiful, Yoongi.”

He wanted to add that you looked like a masterpiece, one that had different meanings whenever he looked at it during different times in his life. You were timeless, his heart wanted to add. However, his brain was deaf in his heart’s true desires.

You blinked at his sudden praise on you. “T-thank you, Namjoon.”

“Is there an occasion?” Yoongi asked innocently after reading the message sent by the maknaes about you and your supposedly college reunion. He almost chuckled when he read that the three were planning on staying as far from the company as possible. But not him. This was fun to him. In his opinion, the two of you should have been in a relationship for a long time now. He thought Namjoon needed the push, or a shove if Suga was being honest. And he was willing to be the one to do that. He was a kind friend like that.

“Oh, I have a reunion with my college friends tonight,” you shared as you fixed the papers that Namjoon needed to look at. You wanted to be efficient today so Namjoon could use the rest of the day to finally relax. You thought his eyes looked a little tired lately.

“You didn’t tell me that,” Namjoon noted lightly, fixing you with his hard stare. “What time are you going to meet them? Where are you going to meet? Will you be out late?”

Yoongi was smiling as he watched RM threw question after question at you. Yet, he failed to ask one thing that should be asked.

“Are there gonna be boys, Y/N?” Yoongi asked innocently, blinking owlishly at you before leaning back and watching it all unfold.

Your affirmative answer made RM’s mood turned sour.

You were on edged as you drove the car expertly from the last location of the schedule today. Even at his age, people around Namjoon still adamantly refused to let him drive. The members thought that he would be a danger to people around him, and to himself as well. Namjoon was uncharacteristically silent as you drove. He was either staring at you or outside. Ever since you picked him up from the company, you could feel that something was off. You just could not pinpoint at it. On the other hand, Namjoon was contemplating…or more appropriately scheming as to how he could keep you with him today.

“Let’s go to Jin’s,” he finally broke the silence, flashing you his normal, dimpled smile.

“What?” This was not in the schedule today. You purposely scheduled light meetings today so that he could go home and you would have more than an ample time to drive to the reunion.

“It’s still early. I promise we’re only going to be an hour.”

Lie.

“Ahhhh actual people!” Jin greeted when he opened the door and saw you and Namjoon. He was carrying the box of baby books he insisted would be helpful to the brain development of Jin’s son.

“Hyung, your son is an actual person,” Namjoon said in a light tone as he took in Jin’s state. Despite the bags under his eyes, he was still so handsome that fans would still call him the worldwide handsome. He looked tired, but his eyes held so much happiness that RM could not helped but be happy for his hyung. At the same time, he wanted, no, he craved the domesticity that Jin was now experiencing.

The men were talking and laughing about work as Jin’s wife lead you to her son. You cooed at the child and thought that he would break a lot of hearts in the future. He was a carbon copy of Jin. He was laughing at you when you made funny faces at him, the melodious laughter reached the men’s ears.

“He likes you,” Jin commented, fondly watching his handsome son babbled and laughed. “Do you want to hold him?” His lovely wife asked.

“Really? Can I?” You asked in wonder. She smiled at you before gently laying the happy child safely in your arms.

Your heart melted as you held Jin’s little bundle of joy. The little weight you were holding was someone else’s whole world. He was barely six months old and yet he had so much personality like his father.

“You’re so beautiful, little one,” you whispered to the baby looking up at you as if he understood every word you said.

Namjoon could not even begin to decipher what it was he was feeling when he saw you holding the little Jin in your arms. He just felt this warm feeling in his heart, as if the image of you holding a baby in your arms was from a dream come true. The image was forever imprinted in his mind, he was sure. Something about you felt right. Something about you felt like the missing piece in his life. You had always been there for him. He was not ignorant to think that he could survive without you in his hectic life.

He thought that you were meant to stay in his life.

You were so focused that you almost missed the heat from Namjoon’s body when he leaned in and looked at the baby from your shoulder. You could feel his breath this close that it made you heart beat louder. Was it from shocked? Was it from shyness? Or was it from something else that you had spent years denying?

“So precious,” Namjoon whispered softly. You jumped from the deepness of his voice. You shivered from the body contact you were not used to. You cleared your throat before turning to him.

“Do you wanna hold him?”

And once he had the tiny human in his muscular arms, Namjoon smiled tenderly at Jin’s son. He brushed the sparse of hair he had on his head gently.

For the second time, he said, “I want a baby of my own.”

You were surprised that he once again brought it up. This time it was not only to you but to his hyung. Jin blinked as if he was startled by RM’s admission. He looked at you before looking at his friend.

“I’m sure you’ll be a great father, Namjoon,” Jin said in all seriousness. He knew he would. He was sure of it.

“When will you start making a baby of your own, Namjoon?” His wife asked him teasingly, leaning against Jin as they looked at the man observingly.

RM glanced at you, “Soon.”

You were already an hour too late to be considered fashionably late that RM insisted that he’d have his driver dropped you off to your reunion. You wanted to say no, yet you knew it would be impossible to resist Namjoon whenever he was in that mood. He always knew how to get his way, you thought. His intelligent mind knew just what to do, just what to say in order to get what he wanted.

And that night, he did.

Your college friends looked at you happily when you stepped out of the car. They walked closer to you, welcoming you to the party. And there you saw him, the man you hadn’t been able to forget. He was still as handsome as ever. You couldn’t help but smile when he was approaching when you felt a presence behind you.

“Hi. I just dropped off Y/N. I’m sorry she’s late,” RM greeted the group charmingly before nonchalantly placing his large hand on your waist. You jumped from the contact. He never did that. What would your friends think? Your head was in overdrive that you didn’t notice your friends fawning over the Kim Namjoon. He was treating them kindly, allowing them to take pictures with him before he turned to you.

“Enjoy your night, Y/N,” he murmured before placing a kiss on your cheek.

Well, there went your chance with your college crush.

You didn’t know what to make of his actions that when you went to his house the following week for information pertaining to the property he was looking at, you were on edged. You didn’t have to knock because he told you before to just enter his penthouse. You were given access to his home. You took a deep breath before walking inside his house, not knowing what to anticipate with him, with his touch…and that kiss that should not have happened.

“Oh, Y/N! You’re here! Come sit!” Namjoon’s mom called from his dining table, smiling pleasantly at you that you froze. You didn’t expect her here but at least there was a buffer between the two of you now, right?

“It’s been so long! You’re so thin! Is my son too hard on you?” She asked as she pulled you to sit beside her, in front of RM who only looked intently at you. You couldn’t read his expression. He was wearing a simple black shirt that fit a little too snugly on his chest. You hated how you were noticing yet again his physical qualities like you did when you were merely starting. His mom was still reprimanding his son as she put plate in front of you despite you offering to help. She merely shrugged you off, happy that you were there to take care of her son. Who knew what would happen to him if you weren’t here, she thought. RM was silently eating, enjoying the way his mom was mothering you when she turned her attention to him once again.

“When will you give me a grandchild? With the way you are working, you have no time for family! All my friends and neighbors have at least one grandchild. Son, just give me one, okay? Just one,” She pleaded as she placed more food on his plate.

“Okay, omma,” Namjoon consented. He was serious, yet his mother groaned as if he was just placating her.

“You,” she turned to you, placing more food on your plate as well. “Don’t be like my son. Go make your own babies! I’ll just borrow your child every once in a while, okay?” She told you humorously as she laughed and told you that you needed to eat more.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the man’s face darkened with the mere thought of you carrying someone else’s child. He hated the thought of you not being his. He had the whole weekend to think intensely, and all the answers pointed to you.

You didn’t have time to discuss with him what had transpired. The following weeks, he was busy with work, yet this time he had always quietly ordered that you’d be with him. Before, you only had to meet with him thrice a week. But now, you were with him almost everyday. You were working in his office when Hoseok and Yoongi entered the room.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here!” Hoseok exclaimed before walking to you with the brightest smile you had ever seen. Yoongi only smiled at you in acknowledgement before approaching RM and showing him his laptop. They were deep in conversation when Hoseok asked you if you knew where the list for the event was. You nodded before standing up. It was in the overhead cabinet. You reached for it in difficulty for a moment when you felt a hand on your waist, and RM’s muscular arm stretched beside you as he grabbed with such ease what you were trying to reach. He was as near as that night. “Here you go, Y/N,” he whispered…and heavens did it feel sensual in your ear. His hot breath tickled your neck. You could feel your cheeks heat up from his proximity.

You were starting to notice that RM was becoming…touchy lately. It didn’t feel disrespectful to you, it just felt like something changed with the way he was acting, with the way he was looking at you, with the way he was demanding your attention.

J-hope looked at Suga in astonishment. Were these two finally a thing?

One night, you were walking to your humble apartment with Namjoon beside you. His hands were in his pockets as he walked you to your door despite you telling him that you were fine. But you should know, he was a stubborn one. It was late, and the only light were from the hallway of your apartment. It was almost midnight when the two of you arrived at your apartment after checking out the house Namjoon wanted to buy. He asked you what you thought of it, and you said it was beautiful. The yard was spacious with swimming pool. The house itself had numerous bedrooms that you didn’t know who would stay there. In your mind, you rationalized that it must be his members if ever they wanted to stay. In Namjoon’s mind, it was for his family. He listened intently to what you had to say, and only when he saw how your face lightened up when you saw the whole house did he decide to buy it.

“Here I am, boss Namjoon,” you announced jokingly before straining to look up at your tall employer.

You blinked when he only stared at you, “Namjoon?”

“Good night, my princess,” he murmured with his deep voice.

Did he just…call you his princess?

You were too shocked to notice him leaning down. And once he did, you felt his lips kissed your forehead softly, his large hand on the back of your head. You were frozen when he stepped back.

And then he left.

Namjoon thought you needed time to process everything. He knew you were an over-thinker, that you were a flight risk. He just didn’t know you would be like this with mere kisses on your cheek and forehead. You hadn’t been picking up your phone since that day, and he had half a mind to go to your apartment. But he had to keep in mind that there were less conspicuous method to use.

You read the message from Namjoon this afternoon. Apparently, he forgot to pick up the gift he had for his father’s birthday and he was now in his hometown. He was half-pleading and half-apologizing for his clumsiness that you felt bad to just leave him on read. And so you replied that you’d bring it to him.

Your mind was blank as you drove for hours to him. Ever since that night, the feelings you had tried so hard to bury and successfully did, were resurfacing. It was unfair, you thought. You didn’t have the emotional capacity to fall for him. You knew how this would end. When you started to work for him, you thought he was everything. You looked up to him because he was so kind, so intelligent, and so masculine. He was gentle with you even when you made a mistake. He helped you find an apartment that was safe after he saw how you were living before. He paid for the deposit and for the rent during the first year despite your adamant refusal. He even paid for your grandmother’s hospital bills, the only family you had. She had lived longer than what the doctor said. She died without experiencing difficulty eventually, all thanks to RM’s connections to the best hospitals. You wanted to pay him. You even refused to accept your salary, with no success. Namjoon just merely shrugged and said he wouldn’t let anything happen to you as long as he was around. And you believed him.

And so, you did your best to take care of him day and night. Even going beyond your job description. You became his secretary, but what was more, you became his friend, an ear to vent on, even a shoulder to lay his head to rest.

One night, RM had too much to drink. He was feeling suffocated from the pressure of the world. You found him staring on an empty bottle of whiskey when you arrived in his penthouse. That night, you sat with him, listened to his worries, rubbed his back with comforting hands. You assured him that he was not the version he thought of himself. He was better. He was the best man you ever knew. You told him how much you appreciated him, and that he was doing his best.

That night, he asked you what he would do without you.

That night, you told him he’d never have to find out.

That night, he kissed you.

And come morning, he forgot about it.

But you didn’t. And that was the first time he hurt you.

Your memory trail stopped when you saw him standing in front of their house, waiting for you.

His father, just like his mother, was able to convince you to stay the night. He said you were family, and that it would be his birthday wish to spend it with the woman who managed to keep his son alive. He even joked that without you, RM would probably forget to pay his bills, to keep his fish alive, or even to eat. You laughed and said RM was becoming more mature lately and that he could survive without you. RM disagreed.

“You know what, you could do so much than be with my brother,” RM’s younger sister said teasingly as all of you were eating dinner. She stuck her tongue out to her brother who just rolled his eyes at her.

“Oh,” you chuckled shyly before looking at the tall man sitting beside you. “We’re not together!”

“Why not? I was just kidding. I think you’re perfect for him,” she admitted before smiling at the two of you. She was just voicing out what her family had been thinking for years. By now, you were a permanent fixture in their lives that if and not when the day comes that RM introduced someone else to them, they would find it hard to accept her.

You chuckled before telling her that your relationship with her brother was strictly professional.

“He’s working you too hard, isn’t he?” His father asked you as he shook his head at his innocent son. “Listen to me, life is too short to work all day. Go out and have a beautiful life! Or else you’ll find yourself old and alone one day without a family of your own.”

Once the intimate party died down, you found yourself talking with RM in the living room with alcohol in front of you. The two of you were seated on the floor side by side with the sofa behind you. His parents had called it a night after drinking with them, while his sister tapped out as well. Alcohol and the existence of other people helped to die down the awkwardness you felt. You were laughing at RM’s anecdote about the thing that happened during their dance practice. He watched you with contentment in his face. Seeing you happy was making him feel like he did something right, like he won one of those awards. He didn’t know when it started, but he just knew the desire to make you laugh would never go away. He was sure of it.

“I’m sorry about my family. They’re just used to teasing me.”

You waved him off before pouring his empty glass, before pouring yours. “It’s nothing, really. I had fun. I’m glad I came.”

“I’m glad you’re here, too,” he admitted, his look at you was as intense as that night that your heart started to beat harder, as if it wanted to escape the cage it was in. You blinked and decided to look away. You fanned yourself, “It’s quite warm in here, right?”

Namjoon smirked before drinking, his eyes never wavering from your face. “You’re beautiful, princess,” he commented, his voice deep as he waited for you to look at him again. He was near, so near that his thighs were touching yours. So near that whenever he moved, his muscular arm brushed against yours.

“God, you’re so drunk,” you muttered before looking up at him.

“I may be. But come morning and ask me again, and I’d still tell you you’re the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me.”

You gulped, his voice deepened even further. “You’re the most important person in my life,” he admitted with intensity in his voice, with promise in his eyes. “I know I love you.”

Your eyes widened before attempting to move away from him when you felt his massive hand on your back, preventing you from moving away from him, effectively stopping you from running away from the truth that he never tried to fight.

“You don’t mean that,” you whispered, your hand now on his chest as you tried to stop him from coming any closer. He shouldn’t. He couldn’t. Because if he did, he’d feel how hard your heart was beating just for him. Or how terrified you were of falling, only to have him forget about it again. To forget you again.

“I do. I mean it,” he whispered leaning in slowly at you. “I love you.” And then he kissed you. And you were all too powerless to stop him. He pulled away after a moment. You were breathing hard, your eyes trained on his lips before meeting his eyes. And then this time, you kissed him.

You didn’t know how, but the two of you found yourselves in his bedroom. His hand was entangled with your hair, your hands caressing his broad back as he walked you to his bed. You were drunk from the alcohol and his kisses, his heavenly kisses. He pushed you gently to the bed, and not a second was wasted before he joined you. You pulled off his shirt, your eyes in awe at his form. His muscles were definitely more defined now than when you last saw it accidentally back when you were just beginning to work for him. His chest looked definitely stronger. You were aware of this from seeing him wearing tight shirts, but this? This was something else.

You moaned lightly as Namjoon trailed kisses on your neck, peppering it with subtle marks of his own. He thought that you were his, and that your neck should be adorned with his marks. “Keep it down, princess,” he teased you as he got impatient with the endless buttons of your blouse that he resorted to ripping it off of you. He couldn’t be gentle. Not when the woman of his dreams was finally on his bed. “Or do you want me to cover your mouth?”

You didn’t know that he had it in him to be a dirty talker. You were feeling the heat when he smirked at you before you felt his lips on your chest, down to your stomach, and finally to your core. You closed your legs, shyness finally coming back to you as you sobered from his sinful kisses. He was kneeling, his legs were on either side of you as he leaned closer to you once again. “Be a good girl and open your legs, princess,” he ordered, his hand caressing your soft thigh.

His commanding voice was like a hypnotic spell that you found yourself opening your legs slowly for him. And as a reward, he made your legs shook. You were still catching your breath that you didn’t notice he placed a pillow under you, lifting your core. He kissed you once again on your lips so tenderly, so lovingly that for a moment you believed he loved you.

“You are made for me, princess,” he whispered before looking at you with darkness in his eyes, “You’re made for daddy. Say it.”

You keened when you felt his hardness slide at your core teasingly, punishingly as you waited a little too long to repeat what he wanted you to.

“Say it, princess. Don’t make daddy mad,” his hot breaths were tickling your ear as he pinched your sore nipple that you yelped.

“I-I’m made- ugh- I’m made for daddy,” you finally said as you felt his thick head slowly entered your drenched core.

“And who’s your daddy?”

“You are.”

That night, he told you repeatedly how you were his and his only. He made you promised that you would never leave him, and that you would never ignore him once again. He made you come so much that you lost track of the time. His large hand was on your mouth, preventing you from waking the whole house up as he rutted against you with so much stamina and passion. He made you so mindless that you didn’t realize he was finishing inside you each time. He made sure to not let a single drop leave your core.

The third time he didn’t have to mention about wanting a baby of his own, he just did.

Happiness looks good on you

happiness looks good on you ー knj

☁️ genre: long-term lovers, estabilished relationship, fluff, kind of domestic!au, namjoon being a supportive husband.

☁️ pairings: husband!kim namjoon x artist!female!reader

☁️ warnings: there aren't any, just joonie being husband material, use of pet names such as jagiya, baby, love.

☁️ word count: 1,7k

☁️ author's note: just a small little thing i had in mind, not my best but i really liked writing this, i hope you like it bubs!!<3

Feedbacks are welcomed !

The brush plopped into the water jar, and a few drops of coloured liquid spilt on the wooden surface. Some ended up on your phone which lit up, the lock screen displaying your favourite picture: you and Namjoon holding a white teddy bear he had won at an amusement park. You remembered that day clearly: it was your first anniversary.

You had captured the moment with a polaroid camera Namjoon had bought as a gift, and you still hadn’t figured out how it worked so the shot came out far too bright. However, looking at that picture years later still brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia: you were both so young, inexperienced, and still seeking to understand each other. Seven years had passed since that day, and so many things had happened: your trip to Bali, rescuing two calico cats and naming them Zelda and Esme, your tour of Europe, and then your marriage.

Your house was full of memories and pictures from your numerous adventures like the one in the Italian Alps where you were too scared to cross a suspended bridge, and Namjoon had to carry you for more than a mile. Or the one in the french Blue Coast when he had mistaken tanning oil for sunscreen so you both had pretty bad sunburns for the entire week.

“I told you to buy sunscreen, Joonie - sunscreen!”

“It is! See, huile de bronzage.” He had panicked showing you the little brown bottle.

“It literally means tanning oil, Namjoon Kim!”

A smile shone on your lips ー reminiscing all of the wonderful memories you had made together. You missed his buzz cut, and how his short hair used to tingle your palms: when you were younger, Namjoon let you dye it in different colours. One time, you had opted for pretty pink flowers, and the dye had stayed on for months.

You loved that he couldn't give a damn about other people's judgement - in fact - he would always brag to his hyungs how talented his girlfriend was. Surely, he would let you know.

"Jagiya, you are so talented. Please dye my hair forever!"

You had majored in arts whereas Namjoon had chosen to open up a travel agency. Initially, it was not easy for either of you: you had only each other's support and getting through the month was always difficult.

Namjoon stayed out late to advertise his shop, but despite this he would always stay up all night watching you finalise one of your paintings, making sure to bring you a glass of water about every half hour because "it's important to stay hydrated when you are working hard."

He would try his best to stay awake by telling you about his day, showering you with compliments and then attempting to analyse what you were painting. You would quietly listen to him, some mhmh's and mhh's in response and occasionally interrupt his chatter to tell him to get some rest. Yet each time he reiterated the same phrase: 'I'll stay awake as long as you do, love'.

And so within minutes he would fall asleep on the couch and you would bring a blanket and a pillow for him to be comfortable.

But now, his hair had grown out and you had practically lost the sparks you usually felt when you painted. Finishing a canvas was now something you had to do - and really didn't enjoy at all.

“You have one month, Y/N. Then I will shred the contract to pieces, understood?”

You listened in silence as your boss complained over the phone, her voice a few octaves higher.

“I mean, what happened to you? Do you think I pay lazy and unmotivated people? Our company seeks talent and commitment, and I’m afraid you no longer have any of these requirements.”

You sharply inhaled pinching the bridge of your nose, back resting against the chair as Namjoon stood right behind you, he too in silence. His hands were placed on your shoulders, which he stroked softly.

“I understand, Mrs Han. I am working on a piece at the moment, and I swear that it will be done in less than a month-” 

You took all of your courage to speak - that woman truly scared you. Ms Han was the director of the agency you worked for, whose aim was to sell artwork at a premium price. She was a fifty-year-old woman with a passion for belittling her employees and underpaying them.

“No more promises, I don’t care. I just want that piece at the end of this month.” She interrupted you, and you sighed.

Just know that this is your last chance.”

And just like that she hung up, leaving you lost in a limbo of disbelief and terror: you could not afford to lose this job. 

Yes, it probably wasn't the best job on the planet, but you hadn't yet realised your dream of opening your own atelier, and this company - although not particularly ethical - was a sure ticket to gaining a small amount of notoriety in the industry.

“Wow, what a bitch.” Namjoon proclaimed breaking the silence and bringing a small smile to your lips. 

“Damn right she is.”

You groaned, squinting your eyes shut, before running your hands down your face - in a gesture of sheer exasperation. “I could end her whole career if I wanted to.”

“Then do that, baby. You have nothing to lose, she does.”

You let your head fall back, resting it on the chair, finally meeting your boyfriend's gaze. He was smiling, and his dimples looked so adorable you wanted to squeeze his cheeks.

“Um, probably my job, Joonie?”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.”

Namjoon leaned forward until you were close enough to look directly into his eyes, then left a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, savouring that brief moment of tranquillity. His attention then shifted to the canvas in front of you - a few lines of red paint already starting to dry up - and observed it thoroughly without saying a word.

"Do you remember when you accepted the job offer?" He questioned.

"Mhmh, what about it?"

"And do you also remember what you told me?"

You bit your lower lip, scratching your chin with your index finger.

You had said a million, no, a billion things to Namjoon before you signed that contract.

"Um, wish me luck?" You said in a slightly questioning tone, and your husband facepalmed.

With a swift movement, he turned the chair you were sitting on allowing you to look him directly in the eyes. That gesture made you blush and you stared at him with doe eyes.

"No, jagi, not the correct answer." He tilted his head, soft jet-black locks brushing his forehead. "You promised me you wouldn't let them change you."

You were struggling, and that broke his heart.

Namjoon knew you were desperately trying to paint something, anything that would please your boss. He had examined the shift in your brushstrokes from time to time, and they didn’t seem to belong to you. They were abrupt and quick, whereas you always directed them with gentle movements.

He was not seeing you on that canvas, instead, he was seeing a version you had been forced to become.

"Is it worth it, love? Do you want to become a machine for them to make more money?"

You sighed. He was right ー Namjoon was so right.

You had completely forgotten how it felt to make art, you had forgotten how it felt to be free. You had submitted to their rules because they had made empty promises from the start and you had believed them.

Namjoon crouched down, resting his hands on your knees. In that position, the light coming from the window illuminated his face as you gazed at him with pure admiration. He was glowing.

His brown eyes seemed to light up, turning a honey-like amber colour.

"Joonie..." You murmured as your hands gently grabbed his. "I can't lose this job, I just cannot."

"Y/N, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that right?"

His thumbs softly rubbed the back of your hands, something he always did to comfort you. As he stroked he gently drew imaginary shapes like circles, flowers or hearts.

You hummed in response locking eyes with him.

"That's why I want the best for you. I want you to be happy because I can't bear the thought of you ever suffering. And what I truly wish for, is for you to find your love for art again, and-"

"Baby..."

"I don't want you to feel obligated because I swear to you Y/N, I will always support you no matter what," he then grabbed both your hands in his, and brought them to his lips. "but I wish you just left this job."

You smiled when Namjoon placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Despite all these years, he had never changed: he was still the same old romantic and you couldn't complain.

"I know, Joonie, but what if I can't find anything? What if... I don't make enough money to open the atelier?"

Namjoon lightly squeezed your hands, his eyes never leaving yours as one hand cupped your cheek, delicately caressing it.

"Jagiya, you are the most talented woman I've ever known, and you can do whatever you wish to do. You inspire me every day."

"I wouldn't even know where to start." You relaxed in his touch, letting out a breath.

The warmth of his hand unexpectedly left your cheek, and that's when you saw him searching for something in the pocket of his jeans.

"Perhaps, you could start with these."

You blinked quickly observing the object your husband was holding before your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding why he was showing you a pair of rusty keys.

Then, a wave of realisation hit you.

Namjoon immediately noticed your eyes turning glazy and your mouth opening slightly in an expression of pure wonder. You grabbed the keys with trembling hands and clutched them to your chest, heart racing.

"The place is a bit run down, but I am sure that in a few months, we will manage to make it perfect."

Without wasting a second you threw your arms around his neck, and tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You couldn't believe it: your dream had just come true.

"I love you so much, Joon, I- I can't believe it. I love you!"

Namjoon stroked your hair, unable to resist tearing up with you, holding you close to him. At that moment, all he wished was for time to stand still and remain like that forever.

"I love you too, princess."

Happiness looked so good on you.

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Who are you

Who you are | k.nj

➻ Request: “For the hybrid plot you asked for, usually they make the reader go near or live by the woods & meets wolf hybrid namjoon. Instead, you can write about wolf hybrid namjoon going to live in the city for the 1st time to study for uni & meets the reader who’s actually a bear hybrid or such but takes suppressants to hide her scent & disguises her bear ears with cute beanies or hats like a beret. Idk why but I find that cute. He starts to have interest in finding out more about her but she’s vague af.” @it-is-dana 

➻ Request: “Something fluffy with Taehyung or Namjoon or Jimin?? Like really, really fluffy( I’m having bad days so yeah:’) )” @all-usernames-are-taken-goddamit

✵ Genre: Fluff, Hybrid!au

✵ Pairings: Wolf Hybrid!Namjoon, Bear Hybrid! Reader

✵ A/N: Sorry for the long wait guys, hopefully you’ll enjoy this!

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They’re a home wrecker

...𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧...

━ type: bts x f! reader ━ masterlist ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ about: fluff, angst, a bit smutty, way too h*rny in the descriptions, non-idol! au so keep that in mind

━ a/n: discusses themes of cheating, broken and unhappy relationships and seduction so switch off your moral compasses, it's not a red flag if you're colourblind

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: Life is a peculiar type of mundane at "Borges" and though at times Namjoon is strangely content, other times he's ripping his hair from the scalp just to feel something. So when he finally gets a co-worker, he's over the moon already. He doesn't care if it's an old lady or a guy fresh out of high school. He'll take anyone to help, to wander the narrow shelves of this overrun bookstore. And then it's you.

You

And he's a goner.

Every day he's a goner.

Because for the first time he can talk about things he likes and is not told to shut up. And in his defence, he only discovers you have a partner when he's too far gone. The paper around the flowers rustles as he clutches the tulips nervously - ready to finally ask. And then the bell rings above the doors and you turn around, greeting the stranger.

"Hello, love."

He swiftly hides the flowers behind his back, pretending to be thoroughly immersed in the book registry as you kiss the stranger on the cheek. And that kiss shatters his heart into shards that still bleed.

The way your partner's eyes glint, he knows they know. Know of this ugly thing Namjoon has been unknowingly harbouring, a rotten seed with no flowers, no fruits. But you don't look happy and he knows your happiness - you are one when you're with him.

"You never told me you're dating," he lightly remarks, fingers running along the printed QR codes meant to take the scanner to the bookstore's website. It's been a sleepless, dreadful night. His skin had burned as though fevered but he was not sick. Not physically at least.

"It's not...something I like to share," you reply and there's that wrinkle between your brows. He wants to kiss it away.

You're unloved, plainly so.

And it's all unfair.

It's not in Namjoon's nature to be unfair, cruel even and malicious but his skin is burning and he mutters faint apologies in the wind.

But your partner should have appreciated a good thing when they had one.

It's hard to resist Namjoon already as it is, you find out, but you promised. Or at least you think you had. You don't know what your "love" is doing all you know is that this is becoming ridiculous. Why you haven't broken up yet is beyond a mystery, perhaps because they were the first one ever to ask or perhaps to not disappoint your parents. But that promise, all reasons are wearing thin because of Namjoon.

You sigh, partly dreamily, partly heavy. You don't know who made him, who created a man so fine, but you want to curse them and whatever fate sent you his way. This was a cruel test of your morality. And it doesn't help that he seems to goad you further. His sharp and angled eyes previously so captivated by books now are drawing webs around you like a spider. And so you sigh once more. This is wrong.

If only that would wash this away.

With strong arms, sly looks and obstinate determination, he commits to sin. Woos you in every way he can, knows how to. Flowers, poems, walks back home along the river, coffee dates, praise and oftentimes giving you this look. Sitting with legs sprawled across the sofa, tan skin glowing in the sun, he gives you this look, the one that says you can have it all if you just take it. But taking is wrong. Taking is bad.

But who will tell Namjoon that when he's committed?

He stands right beside you, towering tall and sort of feverish, in the small space you can feel the heat of his body practically sweltering. It's really hard to breathe, let alone think.

"We uh...got a new shipment of uh...Octavia Butler, we should," he takes a step closer while you take one away, your back hitting against the bookshelf. You can't think at all and he leans down to ghost his lips across yours. Please let this be a dream, a nightmare anything.

"You can't," it falls broken from your mouth.

"I shouldn't," he corrects. "Doesn't mean I can't. That I won't."

He's so passionate like fire almost, enveloping you whole as he pushes you up the bookshelf. Books fall as it rattles but neither of you care.

"This is wrong," you try to object but it's too faint to be of any sort of argument. He's kissing your neck and for the first time in any relationship, you hum with life as his fingers trail over your bottom lip, prying it open so he could kiss you once more. Drown you into himself.

"Maybe," he murmurs, wrapping one arm around your waist and pushing you closer, already impossible given how he's everywhere. There's not an inch not burning, not kissed and adored. "But you should be treated better than that. So let me show you better."

YOONGI: Never had anyone known Yoongi to be partial to injustice. To save a tiresomely long monologue they would say, in frank, like Yoongi himself would, he tried to not be a dick. For most of his life, he thought that those walking brainrots weaselling their way into someone else's relationship were nothing but worms, maggots feasting on someone else's gain because they could get nothing done by themselves but now...

After you...

Everything has changed.

Or well perhaps Yoongi himself was secretly a maggot, who knows. He didn't as he was doing things now he never thought he would.

"You lost, kitten?" he rasps, leaning against the wall. Already by your face, he knows you can tell he's up to no good. It's what you had - a mutual understanding. And a mutual flight of stairs to be shared in sickness and in health.

"Turn your music down," you say with a smile that clearly wants to kill him. He says if you want to kill him, go ahead but at least kiss him first.

"Come in here and turn it down yourself."

He actually absolutely loathes the shit that he's been saying. It's right down disgusting to himself as he's never untoward, merely teasing for now. He remembers coming to this very flight of stairs late at night only to find you crying. He doesn't know how many people walked past but you had merely scooched to the side, expecting him to go about his business like you were a ghost. No, less than that - nothing at all.

"Why are you crying?" it was perhaps a dumb thing to ask but one straight to the point. You were surprised by him noticing you but grateful. And at that moment his heart pulsed with pain. No one should be grateful for the bare minimum.

"You ever think you're losing your life right in front of yours?"

"All the time," he replied. "But I'm a depressed bastard. Why do you feel that way?"

"I don't know. I just feel like I could do more... I want to write...but publishers and then my partner says who cares...and maybe no one does."

The sentences make little sense to Yoongi but nevertheless, he understands that no one has talked to you for a very long time. It's gushing out of you like a river unbound.

"Hey, I care," he interjects.

"But you're a stranger!"

"Can strangers not care?"

And for a second Yoongi thought he thought he found a kindred soul in the eyes staring up at him only then the doors to your apartment open and a head pops through, snaps at you to come inside and stop talking to weird strangers.

Yoongi never liked his neighbours, but he began to loathe this one.

"And step inside your man cave?" you scoff. "No, thank you. You've probably got cockroaches crawling all over that place."

He ignores the low-hanging fruit involving the word cock. Alas, he hadn't fallen that down his morals to make lame jokes.

"It's perfectly clean, doll. Both my apartment and me."

"Well, it also should be quiet," you dryly remark. He loves when you do that. But he loves everything about you. Sometimes he thinks he's crazy. Just yesterday he had to stop himself from spraying your perfume bottle whose tester he found at the store just to have some semblance of what would it feel like to be with you. Your perfume mixing in with his clothes. Your shampoo in his towels.

"My head hurts."

He doesn't need to be told twice to turn it down.

He doesn't know what to do. How do homewreckers operate? Is there a plan to it? Or is it their wily charms? Yoongi never knew how to be charming, he just was and sometimes people liked it. All he knows he wants to care for you.

When he finds you inevitably crying again, this time over torn papers, he doesn't say anything just takes you by the hand and leads you into his apartment.

"I'll make some food," is all he says as you sit, unsure, by his kitchen table.

"You have books..." you rasp, voice a splintered gravel. Clearly having wept for a long time.

"Did you think I couldn't read?" he chuckles lightly.

"A bit. I thought you were in a gang."

He laughs some more.

"You're a judgmental little one, aren't you?"

But Yoongi's apartment indeed is clean, well furnished and even homey, you would say. He is a strange man. One you were fancying quite a lot to the point that for some reason the latest character, simultaneously both the villain and the hero, begins to bear too much resemblance to your music loving neighbour.

"What are you writing there?" he points with the laddle at the torn paper.

"It's just a...silly old story," automatically, you defend. Lounging around constantly writing was in no way a respectable career, one neither your parents, your partner or their parents supported. In fact, they tore it down to the point where you had no place to write, certainly not in the comfort of your own home.

"May I read it?"

If any one of you should venture a guess, this was the breaking point. Personally, Yoongi doesn't care if he's a homewrecker, home destroyed, home burner, anything to get you out of there. With him, you bloom like a flower in the spring. The book, a tragic crime novel, is the best he's ever read as he works together with you, draft after draft, and it's nearly finished. It's a stable routine now - he offers his heart, his own home, his mind for you to work, to bloom in peace. And it's almost like you're his girlfriend. Your shampoo is on his pillow, your perfume on his clothes, and your cunt squeezes him tight as he pounds into you so hard, this very kitchen table is giving it all to not break.

"You're so beautiful," he groans, pulling you by the hair closer, impossibly closer as you moan into the chilly air. Even now he wants more of you. He wants to be yours. But he can't. So for now he pulls you closer. Closer, closer, closer. So close you can't leave.

He can't sink his teeth into your neck, can't leave any marks of what transpires but he can drip his every thought like honey down your body.

"So pretty, so perfect, want to see you scream, baby."

And he no longers cares if it's wrong or right at all. He has to be with you otherwise there will be a part of him that will never recover. Perhaps it's crazy but it's the truth.

JIN: It's not exactly what Jin intended. Neither his feelings, neither your status, nor you being unappreciated bugging him so. He'd known you for a while but it's not the fact of when or how this started that he's invested in. No, all he really needs to know is what to do further. Pursuing someone in a committed relationship was certainly no badge of honour but neither is leaving them to wilt away before everyone's eyes. Neither is to choke on his own feelings to preserve honour. Either way, he'll lose something and he'd rather lose some of his reputation than lose happiness altogether.

Jin is beautiful but he's also nice. He's polite. He's not stuck up. He's gentle.

And he's single and you're not so it shouldn't be a thought in your head but you can't shake it altogether. It's an event, high-brow and boring and Jin is sitting quietly in his seat, gaze glazed and distant but then your eyes meet and his lips bloom into a soft smile. He adjusts his glasses and a sense of mutual understanding is established. You could make a conversation with him only with eyes.

"Man, this sucks," says he.

"You're going to stay there in the corner for the whole night?" you ask, pointing the glass at his figure.

"It's safe here. What about you? Where's your other burden?"

The burden is described as a faint circle drawn by a finger and an annoyed scowl. You laugh. You shouldn't this is your partner after all but you laugh because it's the truth.

"Not here."

Something about that drives Jin to walk. He doesn't particularly feel bad as he already decided that this is what he was going to do. He sits beside you.

"I wouldn't leave a beauty like you alone not a single day," he remarks as you slide your chair to give him space.

You flush.

"Well, of course, you can't leave yourself," you deflect and he laughs.

"Have you tried the roasted duck?"

"No. I need to...fit into these outfits."

He frowns.

"As a doctor, it's my duty to tell you it's an absolute horseshit."

He shouldn't make cursing this hot but he does.

"I'll fetch you a portion, just sit here."

The next time you meet him it's at the club, a party of one of the mutual friends and you thought he'd be situated at the corner once more, given his proclivity for introverted nature but unfortunately for you, he's not. Rather he's in front of you, hands on your waist both of you moving to the rhythm if a little uncoordinated. This is an entirely new side of the usually light-hearted doctor. The dance is almost the joke but not the way he's looking at you, softly with a smile but also with some spark of want. The way his eyebrows lift slightly, the way he tracks your movements, receiving your every laugh with the same enthusiasm you exuded. It's like a shared joke or a harmless game. But it's not harmless. You've got to return home not to Jin but to someone else.

You manage to get away but it leaves you cold. No joke to be had, except falling for a man while in a relationship. But to break it off you'd have to have enough time with your "honey", your bitter, bitter "honey". Who also makes you bitter.

"Hey, ____________, what are you doing here?" Jin questions, rushing over. Apparently, it was an unspoken rule if there's a friend in a family whose a doctor at a local clinic you have to bother him. Though this was an entirely different story, not one involving twisted ankles and whatnot.

"May I talk to you? Privately?" it's not exactly inconspicuous the way nurses stare at you.

"Of course," he agrees, leading to his office. "Did you acquire a booboo good doctor needs to make better?" he jokes but that spark is there.

"Tell me you hate me or that I'm a skank, a vile, repulsive person."

"I will not be saying that now or ever," he states sternly. Sterness is not a quality often seen on him but it's too damn attractive either way.

"I like you."

"Wonderful, I like you too."

"I'm in a relationship!"

"Dump them."

"What?"

He draws a deep breath.

"I've been in love with you quite a while, so I can't stand here and say you're bad for liking me when that's what I've been dreaming of. What I can stand here and say is...dump them. Not even for me but for yourself. You deserve so much more, so, so much more of everything and not these scraps you're being tossed. Do better for yourself."

"Would you still accept me?"

"_____________, darling, if not for our situation, I'd have you all over this office, time and time and again. On all birthdays and Wednesdays, when you feel lonely and when you feel like the most attractive person in the world. I want you now, I want you tomorrow and I wanted you yesterday, for all that you are, will be and fear to become."

Your breath shudders.

"I know it's not right but neither is seeing you wither away."

HOSEOK: You feel yourself on the verge of exhausted tears. You're not sad per se but just tired. And he stands there like a promise you desperately want to make. Make and keep. But you're yanked away before you can do any of that.

Fuck, if apples looked anything like Jung Hoseok you'd too eat from the forbidden tree.

You can't even breathe around him sometimes, it's like a crush but also falling towards a glowing diamond cliff at breakneck speeds. And perhaps you shouldn't but it only makes him so much hotter when he's cursing out your partner. For being low, for being despicable, manipulative trash and all those little thoughts and resentments you feared to speak out loud find a voice in him.

It's almost funny how his brows slant, the sheer death in his eyes as he glares at your partner when spotting you with your nose down, shrinking into the corner and the way he's with you, like he couldn't hurt a fly - all smiles and dimples and gentleness. He wants better for you, he wants you to be better but for yourself. You'd never met anyone who wanted you to improve this bad and who believed you could.

Hoseok personally didn't even comprehend what he was doing. Every time he met that trash of a human he not only saw red, he became red. Never before he thought he would spit so heinously at anyone but something in the cruelty towards someone he held most dear drove him straight unhinged.

He splashes his face with cold water and looks into the mirror.

"What are you doing?" he asks himself. "You know what you are, right?"

But a home can't be a place where you're made miserable. Home is comfort. And with that thought in mind, Hoseok swears to himself he'll make you a home somewhere just not with that motherfucker.

"Thank you for all of this," you bid him quietly, in half-lidded gratitude and he waves you off.

"You deserve the world."

"Oh, this, this area is charming," he points at your collarbones, on yet another getaway. This time on shopping for summer. He says he needed to get things as well. Things can be time with you well spent. Any time was well spent if you were away from that motherfucl-

"My collarbones?" you ask with blush and he swallows. Everything about you makes him teem with this sound almost. It makes him go, go, go. Whenever, wherever but to you in the end.

"Of course. But then again every area of you is charming." He has to turn away to hide the blush of his own but he's glad he said it, it's the truth.

It's all a bit of a happy blur and then fueled by alcohol he stops dreaming and starts doing. And your lips taste of club soda and heaven and personally the petty, sharp and terribly jealous part of himself is very gleeful at your stupid's partner's face as he watches their partner be properly kissed in front of everyone. He has half the mind to not start ripping your clothes off right there and then.

Unfortunately, he's shoved off you before he can, crazy or sane.

"You think I'm going to stand here as you grope my partner?"

"Don't fucking stand!" Hoseok snarls back, becoming red as he always had. "Sit down! You know where else you'll be sitting? At my fucking wedding reception when I marry this angel, you motherfu-!"

Before he can brave the fist flying his direction, it's stopped by a slap so hard it resounds throughout the club. Quite the achievement.

"Piss off," you yell back and Hoseok has never felt such pride. "We're done!"

Seeing the insane dedication in both of your eyes, they leave with a "whore" under breath but no one graces that remark.

"Hoseok," you begin, out of breath. "You're- hmph!"

He spins you by the waist and almost devours you whole. No waiting. No yearning. All mine, he thinks.

"You're home now," he whispers, gasping a short breath and then plunging once again.

JIMIN: Is staying strong even an option when this siren is coming after you? All sly eyes and knowing smiles he cares not that you should be with someone else. Worse of all he cares not even for the chase or the thrill but only for your happiness. And he makes you happy though you hate him so. How dare he make you feel all these things? How dare he be both an angel and the devil that sits on your shoulders all day long whispering praises and invitations.

You can all but scream into the pillow to relieve some frustration. Jimin screams as well, at least the good side of him but the little monster at first small and timid, purring away like a demure kitten, is practically yowling in happiness. It doesn't give a single shit it makes him chase after a nearly married person, it doesn't give a single shit at all, it wants and it'll have what it wants.

"You're crazy, you've gone mad," he scolds himself, tossing and turning in bed. But that doesn't stop him in the slightest, not his hand inching down with images of you streaming behind his eyes and neither does it stop any of what happens after.

He takes off his sunglasses, greets you in the middle of the stairs and leans down, your lips right against his.

"Hello, I've missed you," he smirks and your breath hitches which only makes him practically purr. If there's one thing he knows how to do it's to put on a show.

You clutch the water bottle, sweating like a sinner at a church. All around him there are whispers of how they want him, everyone wants him, fuck, it doesn't matter who you are, how strong you think you are, Park Jimin will ruin you. Why else were you here? What did you lose at a dance performance? Except for your sanity and the dryness of your underwear. Which would be fine, to be a nameless horny figure in the crowd such as this only meant to fit in, but he singles you out like a hawk. After every spin, every move, his eyes find yours and he's challenging you - to look away, to be morally pure and do the right thing that you always insisted you should do. But you can't. Siren's song has captured your ears and you can only listen to it from now on.

He says he's feeling shy to the cheering audience as that long, pointed tongue darts to wet his lips all while maintaining unbroken eye contact.

At this moment, Jimin, ludicrous and dazed and burning with want, thinks it's not that bad in retrospect to let monsters win sometimes.

And then he points that long tongue, the chief object of your dreams and terror right in between two fingers whilst scrutinizing your very soul. It should be lewd, obscene, you should scoff at such a display but you can't help but to imagine and imagine, and sink deeper and deeper into his bloodless claws.

"Came to congratulate me?" he's for some reason beckoning you to enter deeper into the empty backstage as all the other performers had already left. Jacket sparkling, leather pants pressing tightly against the muscled legs.

"You're evil," you whisper, worn to the last thread. He's been driving you crazy without a sense of remorse for so long you don't even know what to do with him.

"No, babe, just cunning," he replied with a sharp smirk, twirling around you. "All's fair in love and war, ever heard that?"

"You don't love me."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," immediately he smiles, punctuating each word with a kiss laid haphazardly over your face, quite intentionally evading your mouth.

"I'm soon to be married."

"With some loser you don't even like," he scowls without trouble. "Choose me, have love, all night and day."

"I'll leave," you threaten, baselessly, there has never been such an empty threat in the existence. You had an ultimatum return home at once or don't and be a free person once more.

"Bold of you to assume, I'll let you," he smirks and spins you right into his arms.

"If you feel bad about being...excited for me," he tightens his grip, letting your head rest on his shoulder. "Know that I'm very, very excited for you as well."

He plays with the end of your shirt and that already makes your blood reach boiling point.

"I'm really quite sorry for being so ruthless with you, honey," he whispers, biting lightly on your neck. "And soon you'll get to know a softer side of me as well but really I couldn't let you get away."

TAEHYUNG: If watching anyone else's life, you'd almost think it was comedy. Sitting in a park, arguing with your partner as one does, having a very handsome stranger approach your bench and exclaim with a disarming smile:

"Break up! I want," he extends a colour-stained finger towards you. "You."

It's like he's not even real, more of a character from a movie. He sits and paints in the park every day, not always even talking with you but always acknowledging you with a warm smile. One day, out of the same breed of curiosity that killed the cat, you sneak up on him to take a peek at what he's working on, expecting a detailed painting of the nature around him but on the canvas there sit only squiggles.

"Eyy, I can sneak up on you too," he drawls with that friendly, misleadingly envious face. "I'll try it next time."

"Why draw squiggles?" you ask, thoroughly perplexed. Everything about this guy is just weird.

"It's art," he defends. "Art is interpretation." then:

"Did you break up with that tightie whitie? I'm getting impatient, darling."

You opened your mouth to send him over the hills but somehow it ends with you exchanging phone numbers.

"Thinking of you xxx," says he underneath a selfie with his dog as you tuck yourself in, your partner thankfully nowhere in sight. You didn't know where they were these days.

"Goodnight. Tannie also says goodnight."

As you try not to smile at this clearly disturbed individual, laying in bed, kicking your feet like a lovesick teenager, you don't even notice the perfume of someone else lingering on the sheets.

Taehyung puts the phone down, a blissed smile on his face. Tannie barks.

"Don't judge me," he pouts. "If you'd know what I know, you also wouldn't feel bad. Besides, a good boy can do something bad. Just once, right?"

Tannie rolls his eyes and drops onto the bed again.

He is bold and he's certain without a shadow of a doubt that he can wrap you around that not-so-innocent finger of his. And he's sort of right.

"You don't even know me," you laugh during yet another one of your meetings in the parks. Dates. They are dates but you can't call them that. It would make it sound...incriminating. He leans in, all convinced with wide, determined eyes.

"I know you. I saw you in a dream."

"That's nonsense!"

"Is it? What about when you see me in your dreams? And..." he trails off never saying but insinuating and it makes you flush all over.

And maybe you do see him in a dream and feverishly please yourself, dreaming of his smile and thick fingers, grasping so readily, so barren of fear. He always looks like he's ready to eat you.

"Oh, there you are!" he greets you bounding across the park and launching himself on top of you - arms, legs, everything wrapping around you like a net. "I want to show you something."

An adult such as yourself shouldn't giggle but you do and you find yourself looking at a painting that isn't squiggles anymore. It's abstract for sure but captivating. Like this weird man.

"You like it?" he coos, gently nuzzling himself into the side of your face.

"I do. It's like you."

Taehyung takes up every corner of the mind but you even more so of his.

He can only beam at every glance you toss his way, every stretch of your hand, life itself suddenly gains new flavour, poems - their meaning. He can only waltz around his house with Tannie in his hands, belting out some nonsense about how he's going to have two parents soon.

He pours his all into you with boldened gleam and shockingly cutthroat determination. You're his baby now, he knows his baby and his baby soon won't be with some cheating asshole who had bragged about it at a bar Taehyung may or may have not visited at the time.

JUNGKOOK: It's in the midst of despair, in the absolute agony of jealousy and self-pity, that the accursed idea crosses his mind. Really, it's just a thought. It's not like he has a working plan - step a: do this, step b: do this, it's just his want to be around you in any sort of capacity. Maybe so much so there wouldn't be a place in your perception left to think about his opponent. And in his defence, he met you, saw you and liked you first and you also liked him first.

All he really does is kicks up an absolute storm and offer himself over and over again. Really, he's bad at taking things, at least within a matter such as this but offering himself is not a hard choice at all.

Clinging all day long, doing everything asked and unasked he becomes your rock and more and more when you think of help, it's Jungkook's face that comes to mind. You think, assume, get delusional about it, but you think your friend's brother is trying to be a homewrecker. To be not aware of it is to be blind. The way his jaw tightens whenever your partner is mentioned, those eyebrows of his drawing into a frown, the way he becomes all soft and flustered whenever you pay special attention to him. It's so endearing that unwillingly you find yourself doing it more and more.

Everything about him is endearing but that's what you had always thought even when he was just a stinky, annoying older brother of your friend nagging you for snacks.

Definitely not endearing is this recent development. Piercings, tattoos, muscle gaining in all the right places. There's nothing endearing about this bratty demon running around, running his mouth about how he can do better - he can carry the trash better than your partner, cook breakfast better, please you better. That had earned a decisive slap to his man boobs but that didn't seem to bother him.

"How unfortunate," he reckons without a hint of supposedly felt misfortune in his voice. He's wearing one of his new shirts if they could be called that. Some flimsy cloth barely stretched over his body. Was it...oil? On his abs?

He's truly not one to understand, Jungkook.

The staircase to the attic is small, so narrow you have to stand pressed up against each other like sardines in a barrel. You can feel every muscle of that body flex, a fact you're certain he's doing on purpose.

"What was the point of nagging me to come with?" you whisper. It just doesn't feel right to speak normally in a small space such as this. "You can fetch the jars yourself."

"No, I need your dainty fingers," he objects. "Just not for the jars."

"You're gross," you push at him but it does squat.

"Lessen the smile on your face and maybe I'll believe you," he smirks.

He finds that once you get past feeling like a douchebag, this game too makes him quite driven. Then again everything about you makes him such.

"Correct me then," he threatens cockily at the end of the conversation. Over. The. Dinner. Table. With your own partner sitting right beside you. A shameless Jungkook is truly what the world didn't need to see. Or rather couldn't handle.

Night had befallen and at the end of the dinner, you're left to wash the dishes. You and Jungkook that is. He stands needlessly close to you, occasionally bumping you with his hip.

Then he turns to look at you. And just keeps staring

"Are there any more dish-"

The kiss is brief, barely a second, just a peck but it's still there and you get a whiff of his cologne and the softness of his lips and how that piercing digs into the side of your mouth.

"Cherry," he mutters to himself inexplicably and begins giggling, nose scrunched in a manner that should not be this adorable.

Another dinner another meeting of friends and it's a complete wreck.

"Hey, man, piss off, why don't you?"

Jungkook sizes them up with an all too cocky smile playing on his lips.

"Or what?" he says, rolling up the sleeves over his veined, tattoed arms.

It shouldn't be this hot.

"Smile, baby," he coos over the camera. "You look so cute!"

The words of your partner ring over and over again.

Do you like Jungkook?

"That's my pretty baby," he continues melting over the picture like it's the Mona Lisa when in reality it's just you eating ice cream. You genuinely don't think for Jungkook there's a difference.

"Lemme have a bite," he says, says not asks, before wrapping his lips around the watermelon icicle. It drips down his chin and it's really not of any help the way his tongue licks up every drop, pulling into a familiar frown when he liked the taste of something.

"We broke up," you blurt, trying to sound accusing but it doesn't quite fall out that way. Jungkook smiles, licking away the stray sugary drop.

"Finally," he ruffles your hair before bringing his nose up to yours, beaming from ear to ear, eyes falling, hooded and glazed, down to your lips. "RIP to him but I've never lost what I want."

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